No Greater Love

The Spirit himself testifies with our spirit that we are God’s children. Now if we are children, then we are heirs—heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory. Romans 8:16-18

Dog Lovers—I’m not one in the sense that many people are. I have friends who consider their dogs as precious as their children—nothing but the best for them—trips to the vet at every little sneeze; homemade meals; expensive toys/clothes/jewelry; anything and everything a dog could desire. My interest is a little more removed. I do admire dogs—I think they’re beautiful, cute, cuddly, loveable, or downright-ugly-but-sweet; tiny to humongous; neat or messy. Actually, dogs are a lot like people. They come in a variety of sizes, shapes and colors, and each has its own personality. And I do have a dog (Sheba)—and I do love and care for my dog—and my dog is very happy. However, with apologies to many devoted dog lovers, while my dog does not rate as high on my scale of affection as my child, Sheba is content; she loves me, follows me around everywhere I go, and always wants to be wherever I am.

There are reasons why I’m not a “true” dog person. Dogs tend to stink; they do bad things on the carpet; they may bark at all hours and annoy the neighbors; they can be very expensive; and they take a tremendous amount of time and effort. But for Sheba I’ll put up with it all because she’s mine and I love her.

Maybe God’s a bit like that—I’m his and he loves me—in spite of the sin in my life that’s a stench to his nostrils—in spite of the fact that I require time, effort, and patience—none of that matters to God because I belong to him and he loves me.

But, as I think of it, God’s really more of a passionate dog-lover kind of guy. He not only considers me to be his treasured child and gives me the desires of my heart, but he has made me an heir to his kingdom. What more could I ask?

This is really nice. I find many dogs smelly too….but I had a dog when I was a child…it wasn’t smelly (a poodle with cuddly woolly hair that didn’t go everywhere) and helped me through lonely times (to put it basically). I thank God for that dog. My daughter, a teen, wants a dog. Why should I resist? They are objects of affection and faithful and understand kindness better than many of us two-legged upright beings! In this hour when God is asking his church to comprehend ‘love’ somewhat more, perhaps a cared-for dog leads the way? Whatever, we are getting one.